How she loved to arrange
The flowers in the garden
The feel of the earth
Between her fingers
Gave her relaxation
When she was young
She took art lessons
From a well-known local artist
And later her artist talents
Came to life
Every year
In early summer
As the garden
Began to bloom
Now she is gone
I admire gardens and their layout
While always wondering
What her opinion would be.
This poem has not been translated into any other language yet.
I would like to translate this poem
I'm sure there would be an opinion. Sweet poem, Ray